Gloria’s Panties is about my obsession with panties. I’m not sure when it started, however as I get older the most intimate of a woman’s garments, just seems to fascinate me more and more.
This series is also about Gloria, a woman who I’ve fantasied about for years. I like to think that she may be out there, right now, anxiously waiting for the next chapter to appear.
There may be other women that find their way in here, or perhaps the hint of other fetishes, however at the end of the day most of my fantasies are about Gloria and her panties.
I tried to allow any chapter to stand on its own, so I apologize in advance for repeating things from time to time.
Chapter 9 – Kathleen’s Panties
It was Sunday morning and my wife had just left to spend the day with Gloria. I know awkward right. Gloria had said to me on Thursday that she had some issues to deal with at home. I learned from the wife yesterday, what the issue was. Gloria had thrown her ex-husband out again. Although Gloria’s sister Kathleen was now staying with her for a few weeks, the wife wanted to go over to show her support as well.
I was happy for Gloria. Her ex wasn’t that great to begin with. I also figured it would make things easier for us to get together more often. I know, I have issues. Regardless, I was looking forward to having the house all to myself for most of the day. I’d spend a little quality time with my panty and photo collections. Then I would sit back and watch football.
I started with laying out my growing panty collection. I had ten pairs now, six from Gloria, one pair from a girl named Ashley, and three pairs from Erica.
I laid out the panties that belonged to Gloria first, in the order I had taken or received them. The first pair was the white satin panties with lace around the waistband, that I had stolen from her years ago. The second pair was the bright pink cotton panties, that I had also stolen just a few weeks ago. The next three were all cotton panties that she had given me. A white pair with little purple flowers and dark purple trim, a pair with large horizontal white and light pink stripes, and a pair of thin striped panties of various shades of purple with some white and grey stripes mixed in. The sixth pair was the cotton panties with the large white and light blue stripes, that I kind of took from her last Thursday.
Next I laid out what was still my favorite. A pair of maroon silk panties that belonged to the nineteen year old daughter of a friend of Gloria’s. Gloria had stolen them for me after discovering I’d been in the girl’s hamper. They were actually made of nylon and some other material that I couldn’t pronounce, however they felt as soft as silk.
The last three pairs I laid out were Erica’s. The panties were all cotton and all had thin strips of white embroidery along the waist bands and leg openings. They were identical, except for their color. One pair was a pale yellow, one was white, and one was a pale blue. I thought for a moment about the missing pairs that Erica had teased me about. My guess was they were a pale pink and a pale green. Hopefully someday I would find out.
After admiring them for a moment, I leaned over to enjoy the aroma of each. I skipped several of the pairs that belonged to Gloria, as those had been washed, lingering the longest on the most recent additions to my collection.
As I was trying to decide which pair I would use to masturbate my cell phone rang Continue reading